Posted in Best Wishes, Books & Stories, Just Poetry, Over Coffee

I Left My Cape In Rome

 

The finest wool that never felt cold

Dark green

Midi length

He’d stolen it anyway

Bought with a credit card he never intended to pay

A gift for me he’d say

And did

So what

Had too much to bring back besides

With weight limitations as they were

Broke, busted but filled

It’s fabulous you know

Rome is

Maybe for someone there it’d do more good

Good to be rid of him

Enjoy your new life

I set you free

Keep them warm whoever it’ll be

I loved Rome so

You will too

If you’re anything like me

 

 

 

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